“Where were we?” I ask. “Spain,” Joe provides. “And on the subject of condoms, specifically.” “It’s not too late to use one.” I lick my lips. “A condom, I mean.” “Hmm.” He leans back, bracing on his forearms. He is kind of ripped. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” I bite down on my lower lip. His throat bobs. “Yeah. And there’s plenty of water to fill the condom with.” Before I have a chance to laugh, he leans forward and kisses me.
